Do it Again

Part 6

-Kerry-

After I finish changin out of my costume and into my normal clothes, I walk across the club to Michael's office ready for the worst. When I open the door I see him sitting on the edge of his desk smoking and staring at the wall, tapping his foot.

Me: Did anyone ever tell you that you look like Tyga?

Michael: you need to check yo fuckin attitude

Damn, straight to the point I see. He looks at me, mean muggin and I look right back at him and cross my arms.

Me: Tell me, when you put those cigarettes out, do you throow them away or push them up your ass?

Michael: see that right there. You always got some smart shit to say, you can't ever shut the fuck up, can you?

I stand there and look all over his office studying the posters, pictures, and fake degrees he probably hired somebody to make.

Michael: That was a question

Me: Oh...well now i'm confused. Either I should shut up or respond which one is it?

Michael gives me a hard look and a vein shows in his neck, telling me i'm working his every nerve. I love doing that to people.

Me: That was a question

I smirk and Michael smushes his cigarette in his ashtray and gets off his desk and walks up close to me. So close we're breathing the same air. So close I can smell the leftover smoke on his breath. So close I could tell that he was smoking weed not an actual cigarette.

Michael: You fired, get the fuck out my club

Me: We have a contract...or did you forget?

Michael walks over to his desk and picks up three sheets of paper stapled together and tears them all apart. One by one he destroys them in his automatic paper shredder on the side of his desk. He sits back on the corner of his desk and shrugs with an unconcerned look on his face.

Michael: Contract's up, get the fuck out my club

Me: You can't be serious..I been working here since I was sixteen Mike! You were 21, we had plans

Michael: Yeah and we woulda achieved more of em if you didn't have that stank ass, shit startin attitude. Im not gon say it again get-

Me: I'll do anything

Michael: What?

I walk up to him and look him diectly in the eyes.

Me: I'll do anything

Michael laughs out of half of his mouth, gets another "cigarette" from his jacket pocket, lights it and inhales. He blows the smoke out in my face.

Michael: Suck my fuckin dick, bitch

I look at him like I just accepted a dare and get down on my knees and unbuckling his belt. I look up at his face and he looks the most shocked i've ever seen him. I know he meant to insult me, but I need this job and i'm willing to do all i can to keep it. I unzip his pants and pull his dick through the hole in his boxers and get to work. I know it's getting good when he puts one hand on the back of my head, using the other one to keep smoking.

Red: Hey michael I just wanted to say i'm sorry for acting out like that i...

She trails off and I turn my head quickly and look at her, while Michael sits casually like nothing's going on. Red looks back and forth between me and him and smiles.

Red: I was just gonna say I wasn't using my head but uhh, I see somebody is

She looks me in the eye and walks out of Michael's office, closing the door behind her.